“But you won’t fucking hug me,” he says, all disgruntled. My eyebrows fly up. “You want a fucking hug?” “Oh no. Don’t want you to feel uncom–” I grab hold of his shoulder and yank him to me. My body tenses, and the familiar feelings hit, but I ignore them, hugging my best friend. Just for a second or two. Pulling away, I mutter, “Happy now.” The fucker pretends to wipe a tear away. “Happiest moment of my life. I’ll never forget it.” “Fuck off.”
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